Rip The Heart Out Of Me - Lyrics - Unstable - Adema

Title: Rip The Heart Out Of Me
Album: Unstable
Artist: Adema
Composer(s): Dave Deroo, Tim Flucky, Kris Kohlslaw, Mark Chavez, Mike Ransom

Lyric:
I woke up this morning and knew
That the world would test me come unglued
Is it me or do you feel my pain?
This world makes my blood boil again

You rip the heart out of me, rip the heart out of me
You make it look easy
You rip the heart out of me, rip the heart out of me
Control and deceive me
You rip the heart out of me, rip the heart out of me

I've tried to everything to please you
Gone out of my way like a fool
What makes me break down like a bitch
It's so hard to crawl out of this ditch

You rip the heart out of me, rip the heart out of me
You make it look easy
You rip the heart out of me, rip the heart out of me
Control and deceive me
You rip the heart out of me, rip the heart out of me

You rip the heart out of me, rip the heart out of me
You make it look easy
You rip the heart out of me, rip the heart out of me
Control and deceive me
You rip the heart out of me, rip the heart out of me

Rip the heart out of me, rip the heart out of me
You rip the heart out of me

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Till I Collapse (Remix) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Till I Collapse (Remix)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Brian May, Nathaniel Hale, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak and when you feel weak
You feel like you wanna just give up but you gotta search within you
Try to find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you
And get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse

'Till I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em
'Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em
'Cause when I am not then I'ma stop pinnin' 'em
And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem

Subliminal thoughts when I'ma stop sendin' 'em
Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hoch venom
Adrenalin shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop
Amoxicillin's just not real enough

The criminal cop killin' hip-hop villain
A minimal swap to cop millions of 'Pac listeners
You're comin' with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it
Like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us

You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock
Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up?
Fo' shizzle my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up
You bizzles forgot, Slizzel does not give a fuck

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

Music is like magic, there's a certain feelin' you get
When you real and you spit and people are feelin' your shit
This is your moment and every single minute you spend
Tryin' to hold on to it 'cause you may never get it again

So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can
And when your run is over just admit when it's at its end
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in
I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in

It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy
So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me

That's why you see me walkin' around like nothin's botherin me
Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me
You hate it but you know respect, you got to give me
The press' wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate hit me

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

Soon as the verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart
What is he thinkin'? How not to go against me, smart
And it's absurd, how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve

But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first
'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse

My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm a addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers

So this is like a full blown attack I'm launchin' at 'em
The track is on some battlin' raps who want some static?
'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my leg give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'till my bone collapse

Until the roof, until the roof, the roof comes off
The roof comes off, until my legs, until my legs
Give out from under me, I will not fall
I will stand tall, feels like no one can beat me

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Heartz Of Men - Lyrics - 2Pac- Greatest Hits - 2pac

Title: Heartz Of Men
Album: 2Pac- Greatest Hits
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): George Clinton, Bernie Worrell, Bootsy Collins, Tupac Shakur, C Haskins, Rogers Nelson, D Blake

Lyric:
Ahh, Suge what did I tell you nigga
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right
Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga
Them binoculars

Ha ha ha ha, yah nigga time to ride
Grab your bullet proof vest nigga
Cause its gonna be a long one
Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas
How its like on this side
The real side
Now on this ride its gonna be some real mutha-fuckas
And there is gonna be some pussys
Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with
Money and bitches
The pussys are gonna be the niggas
On the floor bleeding
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize
Cause the ride gets tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
That say they your friends But in real life they your enemies
And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies
But in real life they eyes is on your money
See the enemies say the truth
But in real life those niggas will be the snitches
Its a dirty game y'all
Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with
And who you don't fuck with
Cause the shit get wild y'all
Keep your mind on your riches, Baby
Keep your mind on your riches

9-1-1 Its a emergency cowards tried to murder me
From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothing more I despise than a liar and cowards die
My mama told me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free
I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver
Criminal lyrics from a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waiting for some thug shit thats what they tell me
So many rumors but I'm infinite Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary bitches
Like a south paw you gettin left
And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased
Will be another moment ballin' as a G
I rip the crowd then I start again
Internally I live in sin untill the moment
That they let me breathe again
The heartz of men

The Heartz of Men

My lyrical verge with so much pain that
To some niggas it hurts My guns bust
And if you ain't one of us it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll and fly mode
I'm an homicidal outlaw and five-o get your lights on
Fight long, tonights gonna be a fucking fight so we might roll
My own homies saying I'm heart less
But I'm a G to this 'til the day I'm gone thats regardless
Drive-by and niggas bow down
I thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if your thugged out
First nigga act up first nigga getting drugged out
I can be a villian if yah let me
I'll Mutha fuck yah if yah too upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
Rip the crowd like a phone number
Start again, don't have no mutha fuckin' friends nigga
Look inside the heartz of men

In The Heartz of Men
In The Heartz of Men

To all me niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer living in fear my pistol close in hand
Convinced this is my year like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a Don
If niggas is having problems smoke fire and bomb them
I died and came back
I hustle with these lyrics as if its a game of crack
Thugishness is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing
Energized and still going
Uhh, can it be fate that makes a sick mutha fucka break
On these jealous ass coward 'cause they evil and fake
What will it take?
Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed
Deathrow baby don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga beat and let me start again
Represent cause I've been sent
The heartz of men

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So Many Millions - Lyrics - The Reality Of My Surroundings - Fishbone

Title: So Many Millions
Album: The Reality Of My Surroundings
Artist: Fishbone
Composer(s): John Norwood Fisher, Angelo Moore

Lyric:
I cannot get over legitimately
The reality of my surroundings
Do not point to the sky, so why should I even try
When there's nothin' out there to be

I cannot grow up to be the president
Where only drug dealers own Mercedes Benz
If you tell me otherwise, it will only look like lies
When there's nothin' out there for me, hey, yeah

Your education can do me no good
In my neighborhood, in my neighborhood
All that I see is scrapin' and scrounging
In my neighborhood, in my neighborhood

If you can show me how to do good
In my neighborhood, in my neighborhood
Maybe I discontinue my lounging
In the neighborhood, yeah, yeah

So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong, be wrong
It's like so many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong, be wrong

Well, you would surely know this was a long time coming
You should know the effects was numbing
You should know that yesterday, yeah, ah

You may have had a chance to stop things before they start
You may have had a chance but it's too late, if they've fallen apart
You may have had a chance to stop things before they start
You may have had a chance but it's too late

Sex education can do me no good
In my neighborhood, yeah, neighborhood
Everybody's hopin' for something and it's understood
In my neighborhood

That drug education can do me no good
In my neighborhood, in my neighborhood
Maybe I'll discontinue my loungin'
In the neighborhood

So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong, be wrong
So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong, be wrong

Mistreat me and rip my heart out, baby, please
And then you get angry when I die, girl
Mistreat me and rip my heart out baby, please
And then you get angry when I die, girl

It's a pile of shit in your sugar shack
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the floor

It's a pile of shit in your sugar shack
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the floor

Mistreat me and rip my heart out baby, please
And then you get angry when I die, girl
Mistreat me and rip my heart out baby, please
And then you get angry when I die

It's a pile of shit in the White House
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the flag

It's a pile of shit in the White House
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the flag

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Your House - Lyrics - Bleed American - Jimmy Eat World

Title: Your House
Album: Bleed American
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Adkins, Richard Burch, Zachary Lind, Thomas Linton

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Lyric:
When you're on
I swear you're on
You rip my heart right out
You rip my heart right out

I think the whole room
Can hear me clear my throat
You rip my heart right out
You rip my heart right out

If you still care at all
Don't go, tell me now
If you love me at all
Don't call

Then out of nowhere
Put me right back there
Rip my heart out
You rip my heart right out

And we know what happens
When we get to your house
You rip my heart out
You rip my heart right out

If you still care at all
Don't go, tell me now
If you love me at all
Please, don't tell me now

If you still care at all
Don't go, tell me now
If you love me at all
Don't call

Well, I throw away everything I've written you
Oh anything, just keep my mind from thinking
How, I've had you once, oh, I can't forget that
Sometimes, I wish I could lose you again

Winning me over
With everything you say
You rip my heart right out
Rip my heart right out

When I let you closer
I only want you closer
You rip my heart right out
You rip my heart right out

If you still care at all
Don't go, tell me now
If you love me at all
Please, don't tell me now

Yeah, if you still care at all
Don't go, tell me now
Yeah, if you love me at all
Don't call

If you love me at all
If you love me at all
If you love me at all
...

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Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3 - Lyrics - Blackalicious

Title: Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker, Vincent Segal, Tom William Shimura, Saul Stacey Williams

Lyric:
(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

Prevalent melanin elephant bailin
And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
Battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
Cherish ? (Release) Attica
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
In eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
Like dead rats held by their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation

(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
The residents in the meadow of pestilence
Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
Is he is, or is he ain't
The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just focus on the gun scene
Boasting and fussing
They both so unproductive
Suppose it go in my blood stream
Let me post this question
Ask anybody, just anybody
They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty
Potty mouth gots to be
Success at something
To be the best of something
And not to stress the dumb shit
Cause you ain't missing nothing
You got to

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older dates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate

Astrologist, colleges follow this through the metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
Walking it, mean walking it, clean the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon
And, awe wait, all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
They all pray for our downfall
Maybe one day, sike
You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake
I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form
Oncoming, enslaught, on one
Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming
Dawn, dusk, night, morning
I'll bust tight poems
Raw, just might (?) ya'll
With the white motive, motivation

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older gates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith

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You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin' Mind - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: You Must Be Out Of Your Fuckin' Mind
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Cartagena, Joseph Kirkland

Lyric:
"You must be out your fucking mind, man"
"I'm gonna kick your ass"
"Hey you, come here"

"You must be out your fucking mind, man"
"I'm gonna kick your ass"
"Hey you, come here"

"You must be out your fucking mind, man"
"I'm gonna kick your ass"
"Hey you, come here"

Aw shit, it's time to get
(Dum dum)
If you took what you got, lick a shot
(Pump pump)
When the dough is low, we go
(Stick up, stick up)
You get knocked on the block, we say
(Big up, big up)

Check the misfit, time to rip shit
Time to get with the nitwit lyrical lunatic
In the street I stay strong 'cause I'm armed with a nine
What's up nig? You must be out of your fucking mind

I'm much more than you expect, kid
To identify your ass they'll have to use your fucking dental records
So step up, come come, don't be bashful
I got a steel toe and you can get an assful

'Cause if it's me you think you're better than
You'll need a sniffly, sneezy, coughing
Stuffy head, get your ass with medicine
You can feel, shit is real, my mind can set me free
So I can continue my MC killing spree

The police, they try to keep me in the clink, yo
I got 'em ducking and bucking, so I don't think so
I bust your whole shit if you're not kind
Stomping comp? You must be out of your fucking mind

"You must be out your fucking mind, man"
"I'm a kick your ass"
"Hey you, come here"

"You must be out your fucking mind, man"
"I'm a kick your ass"
"Hey you, come here"

Chitty chitty bang bang, I'm coming like a chain gang
From outta sang sang to make your motherfucking brains hang
Try to diss this, then you'll enlist for the stiffs
Snatch your bitch up at Crystal and then I fuck her with a pistol

A nigga with heart, walk through a park in the dark
Fuck the drug marks stomping me, I'll play your fucking heart, so be smart
Cut all that bullshit and clown, I'll be the only nigga laying down
When everybody else is sitting

So who's the next man to hit? I slip in a banana clip
And I hit, come and get your bandanna split
Shit, fuck, bitch who's the snitch?
You may be down with Mikey and Ikey, but you're laying in a fucking ditch

With motherfucking maggots with the rest of them faggots
'Cause your license to kill was from Tagget's
I warned a brother of another brother's glock
And I said "What's up, duck?" And I had my motherfucking gun cocked

So be a sport, another lesson drug
Holding down the fort and a stupid-ass nigga got caught
So he made prime time cause I had the nine
Yeah, you must be out of your fucking mind

"You must be out your fucking mind, man"
"I'm a kick your ass"
"Hey you, come here"

"You must be out your fucking mind, man"
"I'm a kick your ass"
"Hey you, come here"

Sucker back up, a real motherfucker's on stage
I shoot the gift like a motherfucking 12 gauge
Niggas know I'm versatile
No question I'm buckwild, I'm killing rappers executioner style

Hanging motherfuckers with a mic cord
I'm a rap lord, suckers always get me bored
Saying that they that and this
Ayo they get me pissed, 'cause motherfuckers ain't jack shit

I'm here to represent the Boogie Down
Making niggas leave town before sundown
And if you don't listen, G
I'll stick a knife up your ass like "American me"

I'm serving motherfuckers like Wimbledon
I shock a crowd like a bottle of insulin
And niggas always get me vexed
I'm tired of motherfuckers trying to sound like Das Efx

You'd better hold your own, child
'Cause I'm laying suckers like rugs and tiles
This is the bigger nigger with the mad lines
You step to me? You must be out of your fucking mind!

"You must be out your fucking mind, man"
"I'm a kick your ass"
"Hey you, come here"

"You must be out your fucking mind, man"
"I'm a kick your ass"
"Hey you, come here"

Yeah, now you motherfuckers know the flav, East Coast style
Fat Joe, G. Rap, and Apache
You step to us, you must be out of your fucking mind

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Quitter - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Quitter
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Yo, I dedicate to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of house of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What? What?
Kill Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha! Look

First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

[Unverified]

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut

What the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
I just believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo

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Mad Crew - Lyrics - Return Of The Boom Bap - Krs One

Title: Mad Crew
Album: Return Of The Boom Bap
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Mad
So in the clubs, I get mad
On the mic, I get mad
On the beats, I get mad

Yo, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I be chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Come on

See, this is what I'm sayin' and I know you don't see this
Wack, underprivileged MCs think they can see Kris
They watchin' too much television and they rocka
This ain't the TV show "Taxi" and I ain't Lotka

I break an MC off proper, yo, don't check me
Ask your Moms and Pops, yo, they respect me
But here you stand, tryin' to get yours but gettin' nothin'
You probably can't spell "Boogie Down" or "Productions"

I play for jeeps, I play for keeps, I play for streets, believe me
Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie
You're rated PG, again I win when I begin
I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend, I don't bend

I ravage and damage, I'm wild like a savage
I'm kickin' asses, hot flashes, your style's with trash's
Stay out of my classes, punk, stay out of my classes

Yo, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I be chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
And I be drinking with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Come on

It's the pros in her house
I said it's the pros in her house
Fuck that shit
It's up down in her house

Twinkle, twinkle to the little rap star
I got all type of MC tongue in a pickle jar
So here's a quick freestyle to my target
My core audience, fuck the rest of the market

'Cause I spark it, styles, I loan shark it
Then break your legs if you try to chart it
I got heart, it doesn't take a lot to rock a record, get with it
Some MCs can't rock for five minutes

Sorry, that's not the way to approach me
Use caution, I rip up lyrical crews and MCs often
You probably don't know this
I give birth to MCs and I also give abortions
I'll do a number to your body structure

You look like supper
And I'm that hungry motherfucker
You don't wanna be on the menu
I'll end you, twist you up and bend you like Gestapo

Pick up the microphone and crush up MC like a taco
No, we're never sad because we nah deal with sorrow
That's why dem challenge me
Jah man you know dem challenge trouble
Me are number, one of me there is no double
And you don't want no trouble
'Cause Blastmaster KRS is flashin' lyrics on the double

I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm drinking with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
And I be coming with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Check, me comin' on quick, me cominadance, now me a sing
KRS-One in a party, man, me do me own ting
Nuff MC test but you don't hear vowel one
All you hear is when the BDP crew slap them up

We have the champion belt and lyrical cup
Any DJ, they want my title filled, no way now man, step up
But when you lose, now understand you get fucked up
This ain't no game upon the mic, me bring the noise to you like Chuck

I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm chillin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

And I be coming with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
I'm rollin' with the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Kid Capri got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
Gang Starr got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Ill Will got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house
Flavor Unit got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

Check it out
Just make some noise

Big shout out to all the real
Hip-hop [Incomprehensible] in the house
And all the phoney DJ's
Who tried to battle [Incomprehensible] this year
Understand, I got the
Mad, mad crew up in the house

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Brave In The Heart - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Brave In The Heart
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): S Garcia, Lawrence Parker, Christopher Rios, Joseph Cartagena, Barry White, Emmett O. B. (Jr) North, R Perez, Chris Martin

Lyric:
Remember Pun?
Yeah, check me out
Remember Pun?
Terror Squad

I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars
Face Triple Seis, the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed but my Squad is odd
Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous

Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters
The ones who paid with their life
I rock for forty days and forty nights and every verse is tight
Better than before, rough, rugged and raw

Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore
This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed
Allow me to explain
I thrive on the pain while robbin' your chain

Knahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet
Leave a trail-blazin' like
(Rasheed Wallace)
What's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker
I walk the same streets the police take us

Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth
Respect and got the money son, that's all that it's about
No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode
Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll

On the low tryin' to blow trees
And for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese
Better relate and start to think or be the missin' link
I got my Hustle on like Larry Flynt

We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart
Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art
Takin New York cats past the stars
First it was Nasty Nas, now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh
Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough

Hold your toaster low, business never personal
Just some words to know, if you run the streets
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices

They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em
Depends on the state if death is my fate, then cool I'm dyin'
If that's my destiny it's meant to be
Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me
Aight crew?
(No doubt Pun)
Aight then, let's fight then

I'm hyphened, comin' with the thunder and the lightning
Invitin' the comp, ice on the arm
Nights when I storm, snipin' your moms, right from the Bronx
Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto God
I rip a nigga heart out his frame, while I scream Terror Squad

Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife
She said she'd starve on a diet instead I'm a God in her eyes
The father of Christ, sure to be immortal
Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that's mi hermano

Big Pun will be here, forever
We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart
Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God

Big Pun will be here, forever
We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart
Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God

We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart
Big Pun forever

You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick
A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit
I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself
Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt
Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady

I'm John Blazin' when you see the arms razin'
Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long 'chete
Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy
I click triggers, how you more ready and switch bigger
Than more berry, I'm a cherry, you a strawberry

If you lost that mean, I'm on top of the whip
You plottin' to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip
You stop with the quick and never make another move
Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues

Big Pun forever, do you understand? Forever

Make way for krill, I don't play, I spray for real
Blow your top with the glock, that's my favorite kill
Blaze your crib with like thirty shots
I'm already hot but my last one is with some dirty cops

I play the streets with toast 'cause the thieves is close
Wanna keep your post then don't beef with Joe
Still niggaz think I won't bring the heat out
That's like sayin' Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute

Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first
War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth
I'm dressed to kill, my niggaz rep for real
Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal

Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this
Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin' your lips
The street's a trip; either you deep or you sleep with the fish
I keep a fifth for them niggaz that's seekin' to flip

We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart
Remember Pun? That's the ghetto God

We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart
Big Pun forever, do you understand? Forever

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Bravenet - Lyrics - My Ruin

Title: Bravenet
Artist: My Ruin
Composer(s): Beth Tairrie, Michael Murphy

Lyric:
Let me introduce myself in case me never met
An exorcism of the throat for those who crave burlesque
Erotic dreams are drowned in dreams but I'm still wide awake
The central nervous system of my heart will always ache

So cut my mouth and stitch my lips, I swear I'll never cry
Undress my breath, strip my voice and write another lie
The cult of everything you need will lead you down the path
And I will promise not to read, just promise not to ask

Come get a piece of me, is that what you want?
Rip me apart until I bleed because it's all my fault
Come take your piece of me if that's all you want
Cut out my tongue so I can't speak and then you can talk
About me

It's true, I've made some enemies 'cause honesty is my vice
I won't pretend to be your friend 'cause I'm not that nice
Described as everything you said, I warned you not to come
But if I don't live up to what you thought, I'm still the one

It's all the little things I've done and all the things you say
If you are so afraid of me then stay the fuck away
So high my skin is white and now my eyes have turned to black
Tongue is dumb from all the drugs, thank God, I can't react

Come get a piece of me, is that what you want?
Rip me apart until I bleed because it's all my fault
Come take your piece of me if that's all you want
Cut out my tongue so I can't speak and then you can talk
About me, about me, about me, about me

So full of hate you waste my time on words that make me tense
I'll be the one to take the blame, the first one to confess
So throw your stones and bruise my face
But you can't take my faith, I'd rather die
Then turn what's sacred into something safe

Come get a piece of me, is that what you want?
Rip me apart until I bleed because it's all my fault
Come take your piece of me if that's all you want
Cut out my tongue so I can't speak and then you can talk

And then you can talk
And then you can talk
And then you can, and then you can
And then you can talk

If you feel the need to go there, then we can go there
But if not I suggest you
Step back before we have a misunderstanding

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Powerfulll - Lyrics - Kardinal Offishall

Title: Powerfulll
Artist: Kardinal Offishall
Composer(s): Jully Black, Tara Chase, Jason Harrow

Lyric:
Yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, yeow, yeah huh, wake up
Are we awake, are we wake, are we wake
Take it low, low low low low

Take it low take it low, take it low
Yo, I said yo, I said yo, I said yo, yeah
Kardinal is walkin', yo, just how we be talking, yo
Fakes get they face palmed and thrown to the floor

Shout out to the ghetto, girl's in they stilettos
With their tongue rings, doing tricks, sippin' on Amaretto
Fire pon a fosse-man a bad man truss me
Not a homophobic, just a man who loves pss

Come here let me see you and throw a little game
You can either fall in love with the hood or with the name
Explicit lyricism, yo, 'nuff narcissism
Is invading hip-hop, replacing escapism

My vision is an ism, yo, smoke it till you're high
Unattainable goals blank to your third eye, yo
Maneuvering high skies to low tone flows
Straight to the five mic sight is where the flow goes

Killing 'em with knowledge, the mind is the key
Just sign on the dotted line and check who you be

You, you, me, me, powerful, so powerful
We're fighting for this goal and we ain't gonna stop
We ain't never gonna stop y'all
I said you, you, me, me, is wonderful, so wonderful
We'll be makin' babies till our army's on top
Till we standing on the top y'all

The funk is in the air, yo, you might suffocate
If you don't strap on your mack on and watch I articulate
We don't shake hands with cops, yo, we don't participate
Light up an informer and make his mouth menstruate

Black is for Black, they can't understand that
So they call it reverse racism and try to pin it back
But if we ain't for us, who for us? Them? Nah
If it was up to them they would have us ridin' in the back of the bus

In handcuffs and other shackles, yo, check Mr. Bush
Plant cocaine on me and call it operation push
Our Prime Minister is actually second in command
Bending over to the star spangled-politically strangled

So we have to move, yo, through the underground
Encode the funk mode and claim back the sound
'Cause what's mine is gonna stay mine, word to line for line
Off the top and all that, peace to magnificent rap

You, you, me, me, powerful, so powerful
We're fighting for this goal and we ain't gonna stop
We ain't never gonna stop y'all
I said you, you, me, me, is wonderful, so wonderful
We'll be makin' babies till our army's on top
Till we standing on the top y'all

Look out, cameras are watching you, they watching you from birth
And they be killing us softly by biologically attacking us first
Don't think that you're immune
'Cause your acquired system is soon to be consumed

Flesh eating disorder, false claims of water
I rip through the lies so I can bare sons and daughters, and soldiers
Build my camp up like an army over Giza, running suicide missions
You can't disarm me

You, you, me, me, powerful, so powerful
We're fighting for this goal and we ain't gonna stop
We ain't never gonna stop y'all
I said you, you, me, me, is wonderful, so wonderful
We'll be makin' babies till our army's on top
Till we standing on the top y'all

Making babies till our army's on top
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Wake up, take it low, low low low low low

Dear Lord, I really, I don't even know how to ax this
You know, I can't, this this this is not an act
I must, from the bottom of my heart,
Ask forgiveness for my sins but you know what

I ask that you give me the strength to be able to reach
All of those peoples, on every street corner, every block, every ghetto
All of those people, that we sometimes think are not worthy of
Blessings, they're worthy to me

And I think that as a man given the blessings you have given me
The opportunity to speak, that I need to speak the language
Of those people, and I need to reach them
You know, because there's are a lot of good people on this earth

But there still some people that need a talking to
And I ask you to give me the strength to reach out to those people
You know because I believe everybody is worthy of your blessings
So I ask that you give, you give me
My family, my crew, F.O.S, the circle

All of us, all the babies that are being born
You give us the strength to be able to deal with it how you see fit
Because you give all of us the power
As much as some people might not believe it

You give us the strength to reach out and touch a lot people
So Lord I ask you give me the strength
To go out in the world and start the fire
You know, start your fire, you understand I'm saying

Lord, just please be with me, be with me
And give me the strength and let me do this
Come to you as humble man, Kardinal Offishall
Quest for fire

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Enemy - Lyrics - Lethal Injection - Ice Cube

Title: Enemy
Album: Lethal Injection
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Lasse Baumgaard, Nicholas Kvaran, Rasmus Berg, Jesper Dahl, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Every January 16th, it's "The dreamer, the dreamer"
And all of you say, "I have a dream, the dreamer"
And what did he dream? It stuck him right there
And little black boys, and little white girls
Will one day hold hands together

Shit
Is that where it's at? Is that where it's at now?
Them little blacks hands are yours
You can't hold the black brothers' hands?

But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands
Before you hold each other's hands?
You gonna walk with your enemy
Before you learn to walk with one another?
How sick can you be?
(Enemy)

Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot
where you gonna go when I wanna kill blood clot
Super cat said that the ghetto red hot
Bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot

Nappy-headed, no-dreaded look where ya read it
Buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it
Listen what I say after 1995, not one death will be alive
God will survive, him protect the civilized

Who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?
Not me, not me
Me never eat from the tree with the apple
I'd rather have a Snapple

Do you know where you're going to
Do you know where you're runnin' from
Scared of the sun, I live in the sun
You shrivel up like a raisin

And burn like the blunt that I'm blazin'
Ku klux klan scared of my nutty beats
'Cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets
Out number you somethin' like 15 to 3
See, don't love your enemy

Enemies, enemy runnin' from the G
Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy
Enemies, enemy, when will I see?
Enemies, enemy R.I.P.

Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?
J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya
With the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire
Me not afraid, 'cause me know Elijah

Goin' to the East but straight from the West side
Swing down sweet chariot, nad let me ride
Through the fire, through the fire that will please us
I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus

Devil don't you know I'm a soldier?
In God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya
Like Folger's Crystals feds
I'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez

You don't care if me die from the cracka
You don't care if me have a heart attacka
You don't care if me get car jacka
You don't care 'cause you're nothing but a cracka

Now it's Judgment Day, and Allah'll never play
"Freedom got an AK", them Guerrilla say
Bobby Seale said, "Please make it rough, bro"
When God give the word, me herd like the buffalo

Through your neighborhood, watch me blast
Tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass
You shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me
Now you're just a enemy

Enemies, enemy runnin' from the G
Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy
Enemies, enemy, when will I see?
Enemies, enemy R.I.P.

Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up
Just to trouble you, throwin' out the W
Sent me a subpoena
'Cause I kill more crackas then Bosnia, Herzegovina

Each and every day out a siz-tre Chevrolet
With the heavy A to the muthafuckin' K
Now you treat me like a germ
'Cause your scared of the super sperm

Please don't bust 'til you see, the whites of his eyes
The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies
Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose
Ya scared I'ma put this bone in your hoes

But I don't wanna, I've been to cona
From the cave bitch with the nasty persona
Hit me with the big black billy club
'Cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub

Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
And it's really scary, now they're in the military
Sodom and Gomorrah, devil read your Torah
Bible, Holy Qur'an

Once again it's on, got the hollow point Teflon
And the brother Ron
Once again it's on, got the hollow point Teflon
And the brother Ron

So who's next?
(Devil)
With Dub C, Brother G
Crazy Toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy
High off the Hennesy

Hundred ten degree, no it's not Tennessee
West L.A., what the hell can I say?
Niggas wanna play, each and every day
Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the J

Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?
Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper
Grab his bitch, dump her, 'cause nobody wanna hump her
They call me Thumper 'cause I thump 'til it hurt

Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin' in work
Master Farad Muhammad comin' like a comet
When they see em, they all start to vomit
1995, Elijah is alive, Lewis Farrakhan, NOI
Bloods and Crips and little ol' me
And we all gettin' ready for the enemy

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Bring Your Whole Crew - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Bring Your Whole Crew
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
Aye c'mon
But they don't hear me no
Uh, but they don't hear me no
Uh, but they don't, they don't
They don't, they don't

I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
And got blood on my dick 'cause I fucked a corpse
I'm a nasty nigga when you pass me nigga look me in my eyes
Tell me to my fuckin' face that you ready to die
You be a dead motherfucker, red motherfucker
Don't be stupid, you heard what I said motherfucker
Who shot you? Aw nigga, like you don't know
Stickin' you for yo' dough while I'm fuckin' yo' broke ho

Yo! don't you get the picture? Niggaz can't touch me
'Cause I don't give a fuck G, I'll get you touched B
I got choice, to rip my slug or take apart a door
And enough crazy niggaz behind me to start a war
So what you want nigga? help, 'cause you se about to rest
When I'm fed, Red Cross couldn't clean up the mess
And a vest will do nuthin' but make you look a little thicker
'Cause in the dark you ain't nuthin' but a lil' nigga

And if you'd been thinkin' about that shit you did
You wouldn'ta brought the joint, with you kid
Now I'ma have to get you kid, and split your wig, with the machete
I bring beef to niggaz, and string 'em out, like spaghetti
You ain't ready nor can you stand how I'm bringin' it
I'm givin' it is how I'm livin' it so I'm swingin' it
Red dot on your head, 'cause youse in mid range
Red dot on your chest, opens up your rib cage

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

Now if your heart was as big as your mouth, you'd be real
But it's not so I know if you get knocked, you'll squeal
Like a bitch, 'cause you is a bitch and always been a bitch
And you know how niggaz do a bitch we run up in a bitch
Put something in a bitch
Nigga, do you know me? Nigga do you owe me?
Figured you could blow me?
Well I'm a let this trigger fill you homey
Y'all niggaz gots to be smokin' somethin'
Thinkin' you chokin' somethin'

Fuckin' around with me, you'll be a broken somethin'
I'm out for 'blood' with the 'crips' at war
How much shit could you talk with your lips on the floor?
Pussy niggaz make me itch, so I scratch, you is a bitch
So I snatch up your face, fake ass pencil I scratch you
Yeah there was a time
When I woulda jumped up and choked this nigga
But now I'm on some shit like, yo smoke this nigga

I'm 'bout to find out how much guts you got before I spill 'em
Somebody come and get this motherfucker before I kill him
Fresh out the asylum, I'm whylin'
Y'all niggaz know the phone numbers for help you best to dial 'em
911, emergency, the urgency
Will have witnesses seein' what the surgeon see
How far you gon' get, with your dome split fool
I catch your man slippin', 'cause he think his shit cool
But it ain't, so I paint the walls with his blood
Another dick in the mud, nigga what

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

Hey yo, you know who this is for?
They let the dogs in the door
Hey yo, you know who this is for?
They let the dogs in the door

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love

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Get Away - Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

Title: Get Away
Album: Infamy
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Richard Leslie Holroyd, Albert Johnson

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Lyric:
Nigga
Sometimes I feel I got to
Get away

From these streets like a fiend for crack
But pullin' me back it's real got a nigga goin'
'Cuz no matter the drama or gossip
My heart is your hood my dogs niggas I rock wit
(Get away)
Before you get clapped put the tougnes to two loose
Have everybody on the corner goin'
Holdin' they mouth shock as fuck
I haven't just aired that boy out

And now there's blood on my Tims snitches callin' 1 800 crime stoppers
When they see me they like
'Cuz they want that thousand dollars
And not only that police will die to catch a fucking collar
(Get away)
And I'm out of here ain't no telling when I be back
Get rid of this gat
Dog you know I flew hell out of dodge
Nigga 'bout this paper ain't no time to be sitting behind bars

I got to get away
But fuck that never let a nigga take me out of my zone
If he try, then blow 'em and go
Wit no remorse kid it's the cold hearted
Queens nigga grimey retarded
You know

I got to get away
But fuck that never let a nigga take me out of my zone
If he try, then blow 'em and go
Wit no remorse kid it's the cold hearted
Queens nigga grimey retarded
You know
(Get away)

'Cuz I'm not playin' I'm bangin' hammers on niggas
Put hands on that niggas life
Just beat the shit out you I brawl like a animal
Your whole team is scrambling
(That's right)
(Get away)
When we come through pushing new trucks
Bitches be pushing and shoving to look at us
They go, yeah take a good look bitch
It might be last time you'll see gangsters like this, then
(Get away)

'Cuz somebody bout to die
And it's going to be a stampede when them shots fly
Rip that nigga you know
R.I.P your soul just lift up and
(Get away)
Uh huh yeah, you out of here nigga
I'll see on that other side bye nigga
(Other side)
(That's right)
Families cry rivers
Courtesy of my niggas, we terrorize rappers

I got to get away
But fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone
If he tryin blow 'em and go
Wit no remorse kid it's the cold hearted
Queens nigga grimey retarded
You know
I got to get away

(No doubt tell it like it is)
It's either me or you
Believe it dog no a nigga like you ain't got shit to loose
'Cuz you walking that thin line
I'm clapping you first time for a motherfucker trying
(Get away)
To put it past me
That ass be bleeding somewhere like a hemophiliac exactly
(Shut the fuck up)
Before it's to late go at your gut
You ain't a gangster and yes you could get touched
(Get away)

Saw it before the henny was talking
It wasn't him but you know that nine stopped that
(Grow up)
I swear these niggas like bitches
Why is that ?
'Cuz these niggas always laying on their back

I got to get away
But fuck that never let a nigga take me out my zone
If he tryin' blow 'em and go
Wit no remorse kid it's the cold hearted
Queens nigga grimey retarded
You know
I got to get away

Get away
Get away
Get away

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